Torment

a longing from deep within

hunger and starvation

a look exquisite

Divine.

you beat your head

against the inside of your

pain.

again and again

information that should be

helpful makes you

hope/less

Touch feel taste smell think

wish yearn reach grasp

die....

a thousand times worse than

rejection.

tiny flames flicker and

burn gaping holes in this

self-defense you've created.

you know what you shouldn't know

and you care.

exploit me, ravage me

Teen angst in a grown man's body.

when did you revert?

the whisper of his voice echoes

and pounds in your heart and mind.

your hands clutch your ears--not to drown out

the deafening din--but to hold/trap inside the

precious music.

Torment

a life struggle--rejection

the same trail over and over

Always running running running

Leaving behind what you fear:

Emotional meanderings.

Xanadu

is.